Chapter 20
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He stared at me for a few seconds and then stared at James. He repeated that motion for a few times as if he was contemplating something. I was about to ask him what he was doing when he suddenly slammed the crowbar down onto James chest. I shrieked. He just continued to hit him full force.
"Stop!" I yelled not wanting to see any more bloodshed.
Jack just ignored me as if he was in a trance. "You're killing him!" I yelled again.
I latched on to his arm trying to stop him. "Don't stop me April. I'm going to mutilate him." He said through gritted teeth as he shrugged me of him with ease. I hissed in pain when I felt the sharp pain of my twisted ankle again.
He stopped mid-swing and looked at me. "You're hurt!? That bastard got you!?" He yelled dropping his crowbar. He crouched down trying to reach for me again, but again I flinched away. He sighed frustrated at my reaction. "I have to check if you're okay baby girl."
I shook my head. "No need. How do I even know if you're Jack?" I asked cautiously.
"Really babe?" He asked in disbelieve. "I am Jack. Your Jack. I'm the only one who could have possibly known where you were."
I furrowed my eyebrows. Okay yeah, I know that it was a stupid question, but can you really blame me? I almost lost my life a few seconds ago. I also really don't feel comfortable around him. I haven't seen him in 'person' again since the bus stop incident and let me tell you having him up close isn't pleasant.
"Babe." He called making me look at him. "It's either you tell me where it's hurting or I'll be forced to strip you myself, which I don't mind of course."
I recoiled. "Fine." I grumbled. "James hasn't done anything to me it was my own clumsy ass mistake. I fell down and hit my nose." I pointed at my noise which now looked like a clown's nose. "And I twisted my right ankle…"
He pulled up my leggings sleeve letting out an angry growl. I glanced down to see that my ankle had swollen up a bit. It looked bruised up. How the hell does it look so beat up already?
Jack took out a conforming bandage wrapping it gently around my ankle. Where did he even get that from? "I swear if you didn't stop me, I would have killed tan boy beyond recognition." He said between angry breathes.
"I prefer if you didn't kill him. I still have some questions that I would like to ask him." I said. I really wanted to know if everything about James was fake, because at the end of the day he was someone that I really trusted. Jack snapped his eyes back at me and glowered. "What is there to ask about? He fucking wanted to kill you! And he still will unless I kill him, painfully." He seethed; eyes flashed with anger.
I scowled a little. "Look I'm not like you guys. I don't want anyone to be killed whether they wanted to turn me into minced meat or not!"
"And that moral side of you is cute, but this is reality." He pointed at James. "Whether you like it or not that man is dead meat. I'll not let anyone live who may be a threat to my baby's life." He said dangerously low.
"And I'm telling you not to." I said annoyed.
We stared hard into each other's eyes (well I stared at his sunglasses I guess) not giving in.
"Is it bad that I'm getting hard from this?" Jack asked.
I groaned as I leaned back. "Jack." I said annoyed. Can this man be serious even for once?
"Okay, okay. Fine." He said standing up after banding me up. Grumbling something unintelligible under his breath as he threw James unconscious body over his shoulder like a potato sack.
"W-Where are you taking him?" I asked alarmed. Is he still going to kill him?
"Chill your sweet ass down; I'm not going to do anything to him. I am just going to take him to this company's storage room, tie him up at a chair sla-shake him awake and then I'll come back to pick you." He explained irritated.
"You were about to say that you'll slap him awake, weren't you?" I stated glaring at him.
"No." He said firmly. "I'll be back in then minutes, so you better don't move." He said in a warning tone.
I scoffed. "Yeah, I am totally going somewhere with this leg." I rolled with my eyes.
He scowled at me and I flinched. "Don't roll your eyes at me baby girl. I'm in a bad mood right now. It takes everything in me to not twist his neck right now; so, unless you want me to slip up you better listen to me and don't move."
I shut my lips tight not moving an inch just like he said. "Good girl, I'll be back in ten." He said and went up the stairs leaving me sitting here alone.
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Huddled in a ball I was nibbling at my thumb in thought. It has been 20 minutes already but there was no sight of Jack to be seen, but it was enough time for me to sort out my thoughts and feelings.
'James killed Yolanda. James was a killer hired by Blur. James does killing as a job and…' My mind flashed back to the moment where James was about to kill me. '…he was really going to kill me.' Great now you're feeling depressed April. I thought scratching my head tiredly. I glanced at my phone to check the time; it was 12 am in the morning. I have been here since 9 pm.
I could feel the exhaustion hitting my body; making me yawn.
'Damn, where is he?'
I was getting sleepy when Jack finally came down the stairs.
"You said that it would take you ten minutes." I grumbled tiredly.
He chuckled. "I'm sorry, beatin-waking him up took a little bit longer than expected." He said.
I glared at him. "You were going to say beating, weren't you?"
"Nope~." He sang while reaching out his hand for me to grab. I stared at it apprehensively. I don't really want to grab the hand of someone who just tortured someone whether its gloved or not. I evaded it and with difficulty I was able to stand up by myself; biting on my bottom lip trying to stifle the painful groans as I started to walk limply.
A sigh could be heard from behind me and before I could register a pair of strong arms lifted me up, carrying me bridal style. I yelped and became flustered.
"W-What the hell are you doing!? Put me down!" I demanded as I started to struggle against his hold, but he seemed unfazed by it. It felt like I was fighting a brick wall.
"I don't know what you were trying to accomplish with your zombie walk, but if we went at your pace then we will still be here until sunrise. So, unless you want your colleagues to get hysterical again you better stop struggling."
Embarrassed that he was right I couldn't make a retort and just stayed quiet. No sound was being made and no words were exchanged as we were waltzing trough the hall; only Jack's footsteps could be heard. It felt awkward and I didn't know where to look at, so I just kept glancing back and forth.
Did the trip to the storage room always felt this long? I glanced at my stalker's face which was covered up not showing any features.
'I wonder what he is thinking.' I thought. I genuinely was wondering what went through his brain right now, although I can wonder the same thing about James.
"We have to talk about the way you dress at night when you go out." Jack said out of nowhere breaking the silence.
